Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.